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Moon

Moon

 

Moon-- roughly

the size of a cantaloupe.

 

Whom eyes have chafed on,

not perceiving any pain.

 

Moon, but not quite Li Po's:

Many hungry are below you

 

hung, paused as if thinking

on the paths to your glaciers.

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May 30, 2015
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October 7, 2009

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